The Morning After

The morning after
I awoke to a life
the shape
of Texas snow.

To a body laid out
on a slatted floor
so cold the wood
felt wet on my skin.

It surprised me,
having skin.

Tears of blessing
melted from my face.


About John Pierce

I am a high school teacher living in Mason, TX. Some of my recent work has appeared in Religion and the Arts, Valley Voices, Time of Singing, and Right Hand Pointing.
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